My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven - Chapter 129

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Chapter 129. Stopping the Rampage
“What is this…….”
The bodies of the Pursuit Team sent by the Dang clan lay scattered in all directions.
Severed necks here, torn limbs there—a gruesome spectacle too horrific to witness with open eyes unfolded before them.
Moreover, the desiccated, withered appearance—as though drained of all life—was unspeakably grotesque.
It was horror piled upon horror.
As Dang Jinwoo beheld the scene, his gaze grew colder still.
“His location?”
“We’ve only confirmed he hasn’t gone far from here.”
Dang Jinwoo nodded sharply and issued swift orders.
“Divide into two groups and search the area. Half follow me, half follow Mujun. Whoever finds him first fires a signal flare into the sky.”
“Yes, sir!”
The Pursuit Team split in two at once.
As Dang Mujun led his half of the team in a different direction from Dang Jinwoo, he ground his teeth audibly.
Rage churned in his chest at the sight of such horrors.
He’d always known his older brother’s nature was savage. But how could someone wearing a human face do something like this?
Gone was any trace of disappointment or hesitation—this was simply…….
Doubts multiplied in Dang Mujun’s mind.
‘When did he start learning Demonic Power? And how did he come to master it? Has it been for years already? No, that doesn’t make sense. If that were the case…….’
None of the questions offered easy answers.
But there was no time to dwell on them.
He didn’t have that luxury.
Right now, above all else, he had to stop his brother’s rampage. By whatever means necessary, no matter what!
Soon Dang Mujun and the Dang clan’s Pursuit Team quickened their pace, beginning their search in earnest.
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“Huh? Who’s that coming in?”
A man entered a small village where simple mountain folk gathered and dwelled.
But his appearance was grotesque beyond measure.
Drenched head to toe in blood, he possessed a frame twice the size of an ordinary man.
And even from a distance, the aura he emanated was chillingly unsettling.
There was something uncanny about him—something barely human.
As the villagers’ eyes turned toward him with expressions of bewilderment, the man—Dang Guhwi—split his mouth into a grotesque grin.
The villagers did not know.
That this was the beginning of a terrible hell descending upon them.
And soon enough,
“Ahhhhhhh! Someone help!”
“P-please, somebody save us!”
“A monster, a monster! Run, everyone! Run! Gahhh!”
Screams and blood flooded the once-peaceful village.
Dang Guhwi was methodically slaughtering the entire village.
A hellscape beyond comprehension unfolded before their eyes.
The small village, which mere moments before had been filled with the laughter of innocent people, met its terrible end.
The last survivor was a small child huddled in a corner, holding his breath.
Thunk.
A tiny toy slipped from the child’s hand and fell to the ground.
The boy’s body had gone rigid as stone, unable to move.
Then the blood-drenched man’s crazed smile entered the child’s vision.
Dense terror settled over the child’s face, already streaked with tears.
“S-sob, ugh, ahhh…….”
“Tsk, tsk. You’re frightened, aren’t you, little one? Hmm? Afraid of me? Hehehehe!”
For some reason, Dang Guhwi found the terrified child’s expression utterly delightful.
He considered it.
How he might kill this child in the most entertaining way possible.
“Good. I’ve decided. I’ll gouge out your eyes so you’ll never see again. Hehehehe.”
Dang Guhwi’s smile turned unutterably cruel as he extended his grotesque hand toward the child’s face.
“N-no…… M-mommy…….”
The child could offer no resistance, his body locked in paralysis, tears streaming down his face.
It seemed no one in this world could save him.
And yet, at that moment,
A piercing shriek tore through the air!
Throwing stars rained down toward Dang Guhwi.
Just before one could touch the child, Dang Guhwi, caught off guard, stumbled backward with a sharp cry.
Ping-ping-ping-ping-ping!
As if shielding the boy, the projectiles struck in a perfect circle around him.
In the same instant, a signal flare shot skyward with tremendous speed.
Thump. Whoooosh!
A thick green smoke bloomed across the sky.
Dang Guhwi’s gaze, which had been fixed upward, shifted forward.
At the end of that gaze stood the one who had hurled the projectiles.
“Oh. You’ve come? Why so late? I’ve waited long for you.”
Dang Guhwi smiled with unmistakable delight.

“Brother…….”

Dang Guhwi’s younger brother—the hateful figure who had made him feel inferior his entire life.
Dang Mujun, known as the Six Dragons.
“All of you, fall back.”
Having rescued the child from Dang Guhwi’s grasp, Dang Mujun lifted him into his arms and handed him to one of the Pursuit Team members.
Then he stepped forward slowly.
As Dang Mujun moved to face his brother, his eyes grew dark with sorrow.
Dang Guhwi’s current form was grotesque and horrifying.
“Hmph.”line>
Having read the look in Dang Mujun’s eyes, Dang Guhwi let out a scornful laugh.

“Don’t look at me with such eyes. I am only now tasting true freedom, true joy.”
“You speak such things even as you commit these atrocities?”
“Why? What of it? They are merely my prey. It is the fate of the weak, born into their base stations in life. Hehehehe.”
“You’ve gone completely mad, brother. Do you even hear yourself?”
At Dang Mujun’s words, spoken with utter contempt and a deeply furrowed brow, Dang Guhwi’s face twisted.
“Silence! You are the one who wished this fate upon me!”
“What are you saying?”
“Did you think I wouldn’t know of all your scheming from the shadows? That it was not your design that left me crippled?”
“That’s not——”
Dang Guhwi’s eyes glinted savagely as he gnashed his teeth.
Burning with hatred for Dang Mujun.
“I despise your hypocrisy. It sickens me.”
Watching Dang Guhwi snarl and bare his fangs, Dang Mujun exhaled a short breath.
Whatever misunderstanding festered in his brother’s mind,
“It seems words will no longer reach you. Very well—let us take you into custody, brother. I have many questions for you.”
“Hmph! Try if you dare!”
A bitter laugh escaped Dang Guhwi’s lips.
And in that same moment,
Whoosh.
Dang Mujun’s eyes blazed as he hurtled toward Dang Guhwi at tremendous speed.
Crunch!
In that instant, having lost track of Dang Mujun’s movement, Dang Guhwi threw a massive punch forward.
But he struck empty air.
Slash!
Dang Mujun’s short blade appeared at Dang Guhwi’s side, drawing a thin line of crimson across his arm.
From that moment on,
Slash, slash-slash!
Whack, whack-whack!
Wounds began to bloom across Dang Guhwi’s body.
Indeed, he was the greatest genius in the history of Sacheondang Estate, one of the Six Dragons—a man worthy of the title.
It was no accident that he was called one of the finest rising powers in the Martial World today.
And yet,
“Hmph! Parlor tricks!”
Dang Guhwi paid no heed to the wounds and charged at Dang Mujun with furious determination.
He drove a series of enormous fists forward.
Crash! Crash!
With each blow fueled by tremendous power, everything his fists touched crumbled to rubble.
Yet in Dang Guhwi’s movements, Dang Mujun sensed something strange.
There was no trace of Demonic Power in Dang Guhwi’s attacks.
Though his strikes seemed mere brute punching, Dang Guhwi was subtly interweaving the Sacheondang Estate’s foundational Fist Technique and Jang-beop with masterful precision.
It was only that his prodigious physical enhancement and that peculiar energy multiplied the impact of his blows.
Yet none of it could be called Demonic Power—it was unmistakably the Martial Arts of his clan.
That fact struck Dang Mujun as profoundly unsettling.
But he had no time to dwell on such thoughts.
Dang Guhwi, who had initially failed to react to Dang Mujun’s speed, was gradually catching up to it.
Moreover, predicting Dang Guhwi’s swift, constantly shifting movements proved impossibly difficult.
It was the motion of a predator rather than a man.
Crash! Crash-crash!
Deafening booms erupted in succession—strikes that seemed impossible from bare fists alone.
Though Dang Mujun threw all his strength into defense, the erratic assaults streaming from every direction left him helplessly driven back.
Boom!
Dang Mujun managed to deflect Dang Guhwi’s fist, but the force sent him skidding backward, and he gasped involuntarily.
“Ugh!”
Dang Mujun’s eyes flickered with shock and bewilderment.
‘This is my brother’s strength? Impossible. A human’s strength?’
It was inconceivable.
Then Dang Guhwi abruptly stopped.
“Ha! All that talk about capturing me alive—and this is all you can manage? Hmm?”
He stood with arms crossed, looking down at Dang Mujun as if to say he could try anything.
Crunch.
Dang Mujun bit his lip hard.
It was no mere matter of wounded pride.
At this rate, even subduing him seemed doubtful, let alone capturing him alive.
Dang Mujun steadied his breathing and shifted his stance.
Then he drew upon the most formidable Jeolgi he could muster.
Twelve Consecutive Cuts Chain.
His body blurred at incredible speed as twelve Throwing Stars erupted simultaneously from all directions toward Dang Guhwi.
Though only twelve projectiles, their linked trajectory resembled a swarm of wasps descending from every side.
It was the ultimate expression of Dang Mujun’s greatest advantage—his speed.
And yet—
Whoosh.
Dang Guhwi, who had stood motionless, suddenly vanished and reappeared directly before Dang Mujun.
Dang Mujun’s projectiles, now without target, embedded uselessly into floor and wall.
Dang Guhwi had evaded the Twelve Consecutive Cuts Chain with such casual ease that when he materialized before Dang Mujun’s eyes, shock struck him like thunder—he stumbled backward.
But it was too late. Dang Guhwi seized the opening, edge-handing downward in a single fluid motion.
Splash!
Blood sprayed from Dang Mujun’s chest.
“Argh!”
He had not imagined it.
That his brother had grown this strong.
Genius though Dang Mujun was called, Dang Guhwi now far exceeded him.
Dang Mujun collapsed to the ground, drained of blood, his face draining of color.
Seeing this, Dang Guhwi’s mouth split into a monstrous grin.
“So the one heralded as among the greatest geniuses in Sacheondang Estate history amounts to only this? Ha-ha-ha!”
The younger brother who had loomed so large in his memory now seemed no more substantial than an ant he could crush with a finger.
“Well then, I shall savor your strength as well, little brother.”
This time, Dang Guhwi intended to extract it slowly, exquisitely, and with excruciating pain.
Slowly, his hand extended toward his fallen sibling.
Then—
Thrum.
A sharp, weighty presence filled the space.
It was an aura Dang Guhwi knew intimately well.
Dang Jinwoo, lord of the Sacheondang Estate and one of the Ten Great Masters, had arrived at last.
His cold gaze fixed upon the son who had become a monster.

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